This year's prompts are:

Coffee Shop AU

First Meeting

College/University AU

Fake Dating

Celebration

Hurt/Comfort

Dancing

Clothes

Snowy/Rainy Day

Cooking

Finding/Adopting a Pet

The Perfect Gift

Carrying

Cuddles

Oblivious Crush

Kemonomimi (Animal Ears/Tails)

Embarrassing Secret

Late Night Craving

Sharing a Bed

Roommates/Neighbors

Sick Partner

Gardening

Stuck Together

Terms of Endearment

Compromise

Kisses

Promises

Angst (The Forbidden Fluff)

Family

Dating Start

Artist/Writer's Choice

Prompts written by vex-bittys on tumblr. Please note that updates may be slightly slow because of school.

Coffee Shop AU

"He's pretty cute," admitted Crowley. Bea smirked.

"I knew you liked him," she laughed. "Why don't you just tell him how you feel?"

Crowley shifted a little, almost nervous. "I don't know if he swings that way. Besides I'm probably not his type. Plus he looks like he has his shit together. Why would he want to date me?"

"You never know if you don't try," said Bea. "Just speak to him."

"I don't know…"

Bea sighed, clearly a little annoyed. She grabbed Crowley by the shoulders and shoved him toward the counter. "You will talk to that boy Anthony, even if I have to force you," she ordered. "And get me a flat white while you're at it."

He was shocked into action and eventually decided to just try to talk to the boy he liked. Crowley wasn't such a disaster that he couldn't speak to his crush. He could totally do this.

Standing before the counter he was greeted by the white haired barista. Aziraphale had a forest green apron tied around his waist and a neatly pressed white shirt. Flashing Crowley a bright smile, he asked for his order.

"I'll have an Espresso. The name's –"

"Anthony right? Anthony J. Crowley. I remember you from last time. Your bright red hair sort of stuck out to me."

"Oh um… thank you."

"You never did tell me what the J stood for," remarks Aziraphale as he wrote down Crowley's name on the cup.

"It's sort of just a J," admitted Crowley with a sheepish smile.

"I get it. Parents can come up with weird names sometimes. Mine named me after a biblical angel of all things. It's utterly ridiculous," he chuckled, going to switch on the machine to make the coffee.

Crowley gave a little smile. He found Aziraphale's name very fitting. It was fancy, just a little bit over the top and so like him.

"Anything else?" asked Aziraphale, turning Crowley's attention away from his thoughts.

"Just a flat white. The name's Beatriz."

"Is she your girlfriend?" Aziraphale asked still facing the machines fiddling with a few things. There was the slightest hint of something in his voice. Crowley wasn't sure what it was. A tiny part of his brain tells him that Aziraphale might be a little bit interested in him and disappointed that he was in a relationship.

"No, no, no," he backtracked. "She's not my girlfriend. Besides, I don't swing that way, if you know what I mean."

Aziraphale gave him a quizzical look and gave a quiet response. "Me too. I bat for the home team, as I believe the saying goes."

Crowley swallowed his nerves and looked the guy dead in the eyes. Such beautiful eyes as well, like clear pools of water, or a bright summer sky. Shoot, he was getting distracted.

"Forgive me if I'm being forward, but could I have your number?" he asked. "It's okay if you don't want to give it to me. I'd get that. But I think you're really cute and I'd like to get to know you better."

There was a moment of silence and then Aziraphale set down two cups down on the counter. Crowley picked one up and noticed a phone number written on it just underneath his name.

"Give me call sometime," said Aziraphale with a gentle grin.

Crowley nodded and went to join Bea at their table. "Did ya get his number?" she asked.

"Yeah," responded Crowley holding out his coffee cup and showing Bea the number that had been written in Aziraphale's neat handwriting.

"He even wrote his number on your cup. What kind of rom com ass bullshit is that? I'm glad you finally spoke to him dude."

"I am too."